splitting headache yesterday.
although i dont know if it was a headache.
it was more of a faceache.
not too sure how a headache is supposed to feel like.


your subconscious is where all your true perceptions of people are stored.
so if you say it repeatedly, i'm sorry but you cant label it a mere accident.
because the subconscious doesnt produce accidents.
it produces involuntary intentionals.


i feel quite sad for you actually.
taking things so hard.
so hard till it fogs your senses.
and then you take an M16 for a spree.
not cool stuff.
you probably need a how-to-swallow-my-pride course.
so much for a big dream only broad shoulders can carry.
looks like you've got many more tribulations coming your way first.


something about impudent people irks me.


if you dont try, you'll never experience.
and if you dont experience, you'll never learn.
just gotta get past that first step.
the rest will be fun and games.


my kids have been calling me "mrs." of late.
sigh.


you dont know the cost of the oil
you dont know the cost of my praise
you dont know the cost of the oil
in my alabaster jar.

perfection at 4:52 AM